Chris was my happily ever after. He was that risky business decision I’d made six months ago that paid off beyond my wildest dreams. Except instead of fancy cars and big houses—although I guess he came with that, too—I’d been rewarded with love. Not kind of love. Not mostly love.
It was the real deal. The top shelf love you had to put special orders in from Europe. The kind people wished they could get their hands on, but usually had to settle for the imitation version of.
I’d found love, and I wondered if that thought would ever stop making my insides want to explode with happiness.
Probably not.-The End